Page 217 of Daddy, Sir

The sound of running water drifted in from the bathroom. His mind raced, and questions rose, but one thing he knew without a doubt. After all these years, after everything, he was back where hebelonged.

The yearsbeforehe left, when she had beenhis, she had filled his world with warmth and sweetness. He had been sowholethen, wrapped in the soft, innocent love of his little girl.

And then, he walked away from them. From her.

Leaving had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. He had told himself it was for the right reasons, and maybe, in some ways, that was true. He had proudly served his country, and it had been the right thing to do at the time.

But it hadn’t made it any easier.

He hadfelther absence every single day.

Through every deployment, every foreign city, every long, sleepless night on base, there had been a gaping hole insidehis heart, one he had tried to ignore, to fill with routine and discipline. But nothing had ever compared to the simple, purejoyof being Lily’s Daddy.

He had tried to move on.

Tried to convince himself that she had done the same.

But now, sitting here, inherbedroom, he realized something with blinding clarity.

He didn’t want to waste another day without her as a permanent fixture in his life.

The idea of losing heragain, even the thought of it, made his stomach churn.

But he also didn’t want toscareher.

His thoughts were interrupted by the softclickof the bathroom door opening.

Greyson looked up and his breathcaught in his throat.

Lily stood in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin still warm from the steam.

Her eyes met his, and something in the airshifted.

Greyson felt his pulse speed up, and his cock twitched as he took her in.

She was so beautiful.

So,his.

And tonight…

She wantedhimnot just as her Daddy, but as her man.

His hands clenched his knees as he forced himself to stay seated, towait, to lethercome to him because, otherwise, he might lose the control he’d been barely hanging onto since he’d first seen her at the club.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

He smiled and widened his legs to allow her to step between them. His hands immediately reached for her, snaking around her waist. “Hi, babygirl. Did you have a good shower?”

“Yes. You could have joined me.”

“I figured you might need a few minutes to yourself. Next time, though, for sure.”

Slowly, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her delicate fingers buried in the hair at his neck. “I missed you so much,” she whispered.

Fuck. If she only knew how many tortured nights he’d spent wondering if he’d made the right decision.

“I’m so fucking sorry I left you, Lily.”

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